Just A Dream

Admit it.

Clouds are more magnificent when you are floating through them.

But let us, for once, acknowledge that we were not meant to fly.

That a hundred years ago, this was all just a dream. 

A dream that many tried to crush instead on mold,

A dream that several gauked at in disbelief,

A dream that few tried to make a reality.

Now many versions of this dream can be seen gliding through the air

on any given day.

Thanks to a select few

that paved the way,

and gave a dream

the wings

it needed

to soar.

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